The Humots #2

"The humots aped the vanished race to which they had been dedicated, wore old human clothes retrieved from the wreckage underfoot, assuming hats and scarves, dragged on socks, affected pipes and ponytails, and tied ribbons to themselves. Thier guttering electronic memories were refreshed by old movies ferreted from the D-Dump they copied in metallic gesture the movements of shaddows, aspired to emotion and hoped for hearts. The thought themselves a cut above the non-anthrophic automata that had superceded them."

Neanderthal Planet, Neanderthal Planet, Brian W. Aldiss

The Humots

"Humots executed slow, rhythmic dances to an intricate pattern, heads nodding, clapping their own hands turning to clap others hands. Some were grotesquely male, some grotesquely female. In the door-ways, or sitting on old refrigrtators, other grotesques look on.

These were the humots-old type human-designed robots of the late twentieth and early twenty fifth centuries useless in an all-automatic world, scrapped when the old technology was scrapped."

Neanderthal Planet, Neanderthal Planet, Brian W. Aldiss